Possibly my favorite of the MCU movies; a relatively quiet outing that utilizes the low stakes for maximum punch. The last half of the movie is, essentially, a super-long chase sequence with a certain contempt for the right sizes for things in a heady, three-point battle for the film's central MacGuffin. (Which is a multi-story lab controlled by man-size ants.)
Theory: this is the most maddening manifestation / triggering mechanism for obsessive-compulsive disorder in the history of cinema. Frampton's gradual replacement of the alphabet with soundless imagery hints at an arrangement that I can't piece together, and it's just driving me up the wall and I'm start enough to realize that may be the point. The rating is nominal -- Frustating as all fuck, but there's clearly a point somewhere; let me just get to a point mentally where I can appreciate it.